I Swear I’m Almost Sorry this is Late
I realized a bit late that I had not done my blog post for this week. And by this week, I mean last week, because even though I’m writing this on Saturday, I don’t think it will go out until Monday.
I’ve been a bit busy this week, dividing my time between writing essays and being sick (yes, still sick). I’ve also spent a fair amount of it being lazy, but normally I don’t have being sick on my plate, as well, so I can usually squeeze in some actual productivity between bouts of laziness.
Okay, starting fresh on Monday. No, really. As in, everything before this point was on Saturday, and I’m just not deleting it. I think we’ve established by this point that whatever I end up typing out, stays typed out. For example: Slartibartfast. There. That’s there now, and it’s not going away.
Bonus points for anyone who gets the reference, by the way (David, I’m looking at you).
Of course, what that means is that I’ve missed a week. Which is not so good. In my defense, I really have had essays to work on, and I really do have to be working on them now, because my family and girlfriend are coming next week and the week after, and I’m getting really carried away with italics.
But yeah. I spent three days last week hammering out my English essay. I’ve now written around twenty-five hundred words that prove either A) that Eric Linklater’s Magnus Merriman defends older writing styles against modernist attacks, or B) that even though Magnus Merriman pans the modernists (in hilarious and gratifying fashion), his book actually ends up achieving the same goals that the modernists are shooting for. I’m not sure which. I’ll have to go back and see what I’ve actually written.
In fencing news, I had probably the best fencing practice session/lesson of my (admittedly short) fencing career. I finally learned all eight basic parries in sequence. To be fair, learning the sequence is essentially useless in a modern bout, but it’s also somewhat amusing, because the sequence is designed to be used if someone tries to mug you with a sword. Which means that, way back when, there were enough instances of people charging like hooligans around building corners with swords that you had to be ready to draw your sword and parry in a half-second, in case they were charging for you. Seriously. The first parry is designed to flow right out of the motion of drawing your sword. You hold your arm across to the other side of your body (where it would be when reaching for your sword in its sheath), and the blade points downward and maybe a little bit towards your opponent (where it would be if you had just drawn it). From there, the other parries are designed to counter the likely next moves the opponent would make.
(Of course, one day one of these sword-muggers sat down in his sword-mugger alleyway hideout and thought, “Wait. What if, instead of doing that same move, I do literally any other move?” And that night, the sword-mugger and his friends ate like kings).
I know I’m geeking out a little bit about that, but come on. It developed because people were mugging each other with swords. That’s pretty funny.
Also, it’s in italics.